Ohai :3 This is my second fan fiction story, My last one kinda fizzled out. Don't kill me if it's rubbish :3 I'm writing from this guys point of view, ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> You know that feeling you have? You know, the one where your home alone, and you feel there's someone watching you, or you hear strange noises, and you put it off to your pet, or if you don't own one, you put your headphones in and by the time the songs finished you forget you heard anything? Yeah? Well I'm the noise. Im one of them. One of the race. We are the movements in the corner of your eye, the feeling when the security light comes on, and there's no one there, or when your dog whines for no reason, that's us. We're in every house,all over the world, were in every ones mind, even though they can't quite see us, and the human race don't know it, but we've been shaping their lives since, well lets just say the Romans were apparently one of our best inventions. I, myself, was once a human, just like you, until I opened my eyes and saw what was really there, they cant allow the secret out, so I had to Join their ranks, and become one of them. I warn you, by the time I finish writing this, they will surely destroy me, and once you've read, what I will write about my story, you MUST carry out your lives as Normal, or all it takes is the one in your home to silence you. Forever. As I said, we exist, and feed off the doubt and fear in people's minds, and by that we do whatever possible, mass murderers? Yeah, they tend to be us possessing humans. If no fear is in the house , well we have to make it, if that is making noises, scaring kids, or making up ghost stories or.......well, for now we wont go there. Our name? The Shadows. What do you think? Should I carry it on? Or should I return to off topic. I don't really know where I'm gonna go with it but meh, a pipedream.
I like it. It's interesting. Just remember a few times to put a full stop where a comma is. :3 Other than that it's really good!
Update. This is my story. The date is the 15th of September 1967, I'm an ordinary guy, I work in a newspaper office in new york and life is complete. Boring. But complete. As I walk down the busy streets of manhattan, barging past morning commuters, I walk past an alleyway. I'd walked past plenty of alleyways in the short walk from my apartment to the office, but this one had something strange about it. As my eyes were pulled into the darkness, the fine hairs on my neck stood on end, and the strangest sensation filled my body. My heart rate quickened, whilst my eyes strained to adjust to the low light, my other senses became sharper. I could smell the urine that hung in a musky haze in the air, I could hear a drip-drop-drip-drop of water splashing down, I called out, ' hello? Is anyone there?' Silence- then the sound of a garbage can, tippling over, spilling out it's contents, I spoke again, more forcefully this time, 'Hello?'......... To be continued...... Immediately. A ginger Tom cat, finally broke the tense moment, strolling out of the darkness , with a fish carcass in it's mouth, he looked up at me, his bright green eyes pierced through the gloom, it was as if he was saying, 'Yes sir? Problem?, I smiled and shook my head and brushed off my clothes. The standoff had only lasted a few seconds, but it had felt more like an hour. As I returned to join the flow of pedestrians, I didn't see a figure at the end of the alleyway smile, and then sink once more into the shadows.